Second Pour

It's been 14 years since I watched her drive away, taking my heart with her.

That image has haunted my dreams ever since. Even the comfort of my family's winery no longer feels like it's enough.

When word of Haley's return to Asheville spreads like wildfire, something she swore she would never do, I can't stop myself from trying to catch a glimpse of her. The small flame of hope that she hasn't moved on igniting inside.

Who would've thought Lady Luck would take pity on me, sending her in my pa...